Untraceable

You leave no trace or footprint

No bloom is crushed in your wake

But I know you are here; I can feel it, my dear

In every breath I take

The dew-gilded dawn remains flawless

Its pristine slope bears no mark

But I feel near as you come to me, dear

Out of the thinning dark

Where do you come from and how, love?

Do you tiptoe, fly or leap?

I know you are here, for your whisper, my dear

Draws me from out of my sleep

But you leave no trace or footprint

Oh beautiful memory

I hold you my dear, in a smile and a tear

As softly you come to me

If you could see into my heart, love

Where memories wander and such

Then it would be clear, there is no spot, my dear

That your memory does not touch

© Janet Martin~